Page 10 of Sex, Lies, & Techy Guys (Love on the Sunshine Coast)

Stripping the beds, I’m devastated to find the mattresses are wet, not just the bedding. I can’t have them sleeping on wet beds. They can take my room, use the couch, or concede that they need a different place to stay.

Lance is on a ladder they grabbed from the garage and I steal a peek at his firm ass, cradled by his wet boxers. Kyle remains in jeans and a t-shirt, and the moisture helps define every curve of his muscles.

My voice refuses to cooperate and as I clear my throat, Lance climbs down and declares, “A quick trip to the hardware store and we’ll get the pipe patched. It’s not that big of a hole. Could have leaked for a while and the ceiling reached its breaking point.”

I’m pretty sure I’ll reach my breaking point if he doesn’t put dry clothes on. We negotiate that they’ll find the part online and I’ll pay for it, then they can pick it up.

Kyle seems to want to get away from me so I don’t object to letting them go alone. He may want to discuss whatever’s building between us.

Taking advantage of their absence, I put clean sheets on my bed in case they agree to stay. I set bedding on the couch for myself. And I grab my essentials from my bathroom so I don’t have to bug them.

When they return, I make one last attempt to be clear that I don’t expect them to do home repairs.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call the plumber?” I hold up my phone.

“Don’t.” Lance wraps his fingers gently around mine then brushes his other thumb over my cheek. “I’m going to take care of you,” he whispers. Kyle’s across the room and I don’t think he could have heard but he certainly sees.

“Lance…” Kyle’s cautionary tone confirms my suspicion that they had a talk.

Lance draws away slowly, joining Kyle for the repair.

Pawning my guests off on another establishment is the last thing I want to do personally and professionally, but I have to play the businesswoman role. The other issue is that everything’s booked. Will it even be possible?

“I truly appreciate you fixing my pipe so that we’ll have water tonight, but I’m more than willing to try to arrange lodging elsewhere so you don’t have to deal with the mess. Then you don’t have to worry about construction guys disturbing your privacy.”

Lance shoots me a look that melts my panties. He’s serious. He’s not leaving. And this time Kyle doesn’t say anything.

I smile weakly. “Just had to be sure. While you were gone, I put fresh sheets on my bed. Are you sure you’re okay with sharing a queen?”

“I’m more than sure.”

Kyle bobbles the tool he’s handing up to Lance. I must not be the only one who took that comment the wrong way. Or maybe the right way. I’m overly hot again but this time I don’t blame it on the oven. Am I willing to cross a line? When they ran to the store, did Lance and Kyle talk about one of them hooking up with me? Who gets to pick?

By the time I’ve put the first load of bedding into the washing machine, Kyle is back in the office and I end up in the bedroom alone with Lance.

His tone is low, perhaps keeping Kyle from hearing. “I’m going to offer something, and if it makes you uncomfortable, we’ll leave.”

“I’m more worried about ruining your trip.”

He grabs my wrist, the tenderness from moments before is gone. His firm grip sends shivers straight to my pussy. I’m so fucking wet for both of them.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch.” His expression is stone cold serious.

My chest feels light and I question how likely it is that I’ll pass out if he’s offering what I think he’s offering. Or maybe they’re going to play the gentlemanly role and offer to take the couches.

I rein myself in. “Well, the mattresses are wet and I really don’t mind. I mean, technically I have an air mattress I could blow up—”

He tightens his grip and brings my fingers to his lips for another seductive kiss. “That’s not what I mean. You don’t have to give up your bed. We could share.”

The room sways. I’ve never hooked up with a stranger, much less two. Or is he delusional and thinks we can sleep without getting frisky?

He brushes our clasped fingers over my cheek and then lowers them to my breasts. His hand grazes my sensitive nipples through my shirt and bra. Tingles well up between my legs at the sinful prospect.

“If I’m out of line, we’ll leave. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“Have you done this before? Is…I…how…” My stuttering of words makes him smile.

“We haven’t. I wanted to make sure you’re okay with it first.”

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